Ah, yes stats. Hmm, not bothered about those for the moment. I mean, I'm still feeling my way here. Very much a work in progress. Oh and I appear to be writing this in Pacific Daylight Time, which must be a bonus and sounds much sexier than GMT.
I know a lot of blogs recommend stuff, but you won't find that here and I won't be monetising either--I'll probably be moaning about something I'd otherwise moan about on Facebook. So be warned. Anyway I want to wrap up now, as I think this is quite enough for one day (or night depending on PDT etc). I'll end with a poem, I think. NaPo is coming up in April, but I'm not sure if I can manage one poem a day. Last year I crashed and burned in the middle and then recovered and limped on to the end like one of those marathon runners in novelty costumes. I did make it. Perhaps I'll make it on here, too. Bye for now.
Caffè Nero Sketch
'a primo cappucino, please'--
weak tea versus two expresso shots
in a milk white face--
a livid Anne Boleyn about to lose it.
Her portcullis raised,
I'm swiped with a look of contempt--
she would have preferred a little hesitation,
squirming on the spike
of some shambling prevarication--
she lays down a tray sopping wet,
a saucer with rattled spoon
and returns to the scaffold--
knocks and bangs, rams in and twists
and so begins the slow rich torture drip
of an executioner’s bitter enema
as the steam pipe whines
to a shriek and the raven flaps its wings.
My traitor’s cup is set before me
a fine head of speckled foam blooms over the lip--
‘Anything else?’
(I could do without the smirk)
When is your next offering? I do hope that you continue to rant when the spirit moves you on FaceBook and here as well! What is the point in having a point of view and not airing it?
ReplyDeleteOh ... I'm not smirking!
Ha, I'm going with the flow, Di. Thanks for reading/commenting :) x
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